Clementina Bertea, Poet

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On a corner of the bench, under the centuries-old lime tree, a poet embraces his muse. Two glances in a mirror of syllables. In the timid quiet, the song of the soul, on the tip of a pen settles like a peace. Indelible words in harmony of ideas. In dance steps, on the immaculate leaves the ideal marries reality. A marriage of texts in a temple of noble emotions. The white of the muse, with the black of the poet unite in verses, phrases, hymns and poems. A magical relationship, of fantasy, metaphors and adjectives in an infinite sentimentalism. On the bench, under the centuries-old lime tree, the poet stands with his muse. Two glances in the mirror of syllables beyond a limit of words.

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